About a certain return

Part 4

I sailed peacefully on the lake. I contemplated the glorious bodies of the great titans holding the vault, linked symbolically, I saw the Sacred Citadel then I changed my attires to be able to continue. I've been rubbed with an ointment that it's believed to help get a double nature, and I was thought The Powerful Words of the Adepts. Thought... so to speak! I only wrote them down! I would say that the adepts are all those who see the Show, the Death's Show. There's a great difference between seeing it and feeling it. What is the Reality? Everything depends on the Voice. On how believable is the Voice ... That one describes you the Reality.

I passed again through some gates, talking to some characters that kept on, obsessively asking me their names as if they've forgotten them, and I could see their contentment hearing nonsense words: the Lord of the Double-Power, Lord Shu the Destroyer, the Lord of the True-Justice on his own Feet... Rubbishes! First I was reading from my small piece of paper, then I simply started to invent them: Lady Mada of the Complete-Revenge, The True Mother of Justice, Lord Dion the Artist of the Action..., finally I got in front of the judges, who were sitting in different postures on a stand, very noisy, shouting and playing like a bunch of naughty children. They had masks and stupid wigs representing all sorts of animals real or legendary, presumably symbols of the power... you feel sick and sorry for the doddery minds of those who hold on to such silly customs. Suddenly a screen was lit and the sternly face of The Great Lady took shape. She called for order: "Take a seat, please." This was the Custom Face of the Great Lady. I knew it since I knew myself. It didn't change a bit. It didn't age, it conserved the expression, and my mother told me that this is the way she knew Her... Not one single mortal had ever seen Her closely. So the chaps took place on some stools set on a circle arch. While the indictment was read I counted them. They were, as they should be, 42 people, the High Hierarchy. Sometimes, some of them could be missing.

I was accused of defamation, of laziness, of tramping. These were all mortal sins. Next to me came the monkey faces.

– Egg will them make you off, you dupe, told me one of the masks with the voice of master Jebleanu. They can hardly wait to tell the future in your internal organs scattered of the floor. Right there!

– Guilty, shouted a woman, sorry... accused, how do you plead?

– Not guilty, Your Honor.

While I shouted ''not guilty'', the monkeys next to me, shouted ''he's guilty''.

– Shit, I yelled.

– We ask the convicted... accused, to show respect to the Hierarchies..., otherwise...

– Shit, I repeated in slow voice, not to disturb the Hierarchies... "Your Honor, please, give me a little break".

And I jumped at the monkeys. "Get lost! You're disgusting!" One of the monkeys fought back: "you stingy... stingy "!

– Who's the fourth mask? I asked.

– He's the accusation witness.

The accusation witness was already standing at the bar. When he took off the mask I saw who he was. He was... I.

– What is your name, asked the same female voice, that of the beautiful Miss Lisa M.

– Master of the Never Spoken Words.

This one was not on the list. I lifted the piece of paper in protest.

– I don't recognize this witness, I don't recognize this witness, he hasn't been introduced to me, I have no idea of him...

– Guilty...!

I felt I hated Miss Lisa M... It was not possible she would have been ill, also the illness is a capital fault, so she was doing it on purpose. What could the witness say!?